Elw. Weak heart, be still, for what hast thou to fear?

Raby. Welcome, thou gallant knight! Sir Hubert, welcome!

Sir H. The king is safe, and Palestine subdu'd.

Raby. Blest be the God of armies! Now, Sir Hubert,

Elw. When policy assumes religion's name,

Raby. Blaspheming girl!

Elw. 'Tis not the crosier, nor the pontiff's robe,

Raby. O impious rage! If thou would'st shun my curse,

Elw. Now, Heaven support me!

[aside.

Sir H. My good lord of Raby,

Elw. Why should I tremble thus?

[aside.

Raby. Who have we lost?

Sir H. The noble Clifford, Walsingham, and Grey,

Raby. O that my name

Elw. Were there no more?

Sir H. But few of noble blood.

Elw. Then he lives!

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